I know she laughs every time I say it's time to shift to my night fighter pilot glasses and she really doesn't like me driving with sunglasses at night but honestly they cut the glare down to reasonable levels and I see better with them so I don't care. I just never thought the rest of the world saw it my way.
At approximately 44 my eyes packed it in and decided that they would join near sighted with reading glass bushwah. I found it out driving out of the airport at Virginia Beach into Virginia Beach when I all of a sudden could no longer see the instruments or read a map. Boom. Now the right eye is slowly adding to the torment but slowly, incrementally so perhaps one day I'll sport a patch on that eye.